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Date: | Mon, 8 Jan 2001 12:16:04 EST |
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In a message dated 01/08/2001 12:42:36 AM Eastern Standard Time,
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> with the advent of plastic saucers, we turned to armor-all...
> talk about some serious flying!!
> there was this hump about 2/3rds of the way down, and if you got
> lucky, since you can't really STEER a saucer, you'd hit the thing
> just right and ramp off of it.... hanging on to the saucer was essential,
> otherwise you'd combust when re-entering earth's atmosphere ;)
> (otherwise known as when your hiney hit the hill ;) )
This reminds me of some off-hours sledding that my friends and I did while on
a ski vacation at Whistler-Blackcomb up in British Columbia. Found a plastic
tobogan in the closet, and took it out to the slopes.
My brother lost his sled, and ended up with the Guiness Book of World Record
wedgie (his underwear was up around his ears) by the time he stopped sliding
somewhere just north of the US border.
All that without the aid of Armour-all. Damn.
-Heidi
PS... Sharpshooter, you could probably take the sled to a ski shop. I bet
they could grind and wax that puppy to perfection.
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